when the deed is done

the hangman's waiting for then

with the rope in his hands

the silence makes him cast doubt

on their innocence

this cross i have to carry

this cross i have to bear

so keep your mind at ease

this blood that's on my hands

i simply wash away

i'm not a judge or a peer

just a man with and iron heart

and i can't set them free to live again

it's their time

i won't stall

and you should never blame me

i'm not at fault

i don't strive for pleasure

cause there will be none

and no appreciation - when the deed is done

the eyes all focus on me

as i walk to the side

to pull the lever that could be released by anymore

it's a battle of will

between conscious and righteousness

and it's more than one soul that's on the line

it's their time

i won't stall

and you should never blame me

i'm not at fault

i don't strive for pleasure

cause there will be none

and no appreciation - when the deed is done

the hangman just stands in the distance

to be shunned in dismay

from any cynical feelings

i just shy away

i won't find my glory

drying in the sun

there's no appreciation - when the deed is done